Page 71 of Craving Consequences

“Why did you stop?” he growls into my ear.

“Phone?” I murmur stupidly.

His fingers circle harder, almost matching Van’s pace. “We didn’t tell you to stop.” He nibbles on my jawline. “Cum, Everly. Soak your panties. Then take them off and give them to me.”

Despite the renewed flame snapping through me, I chuckle. “Don’t you already have one of my panties?”

His smirk is sly as he leans in and sucks on my bottom lip. “I want a collection in my nightstand. I want to reach over in the morning, pick one and wrap it around my cock as I jerk off to the smell of you.”

His kiss deepens, swallowing my moan. I melt against him even as Van continues to work me from behind. He hasn’t missed a beat the entire time he talks on the phone.

“Lachlan, please...”

I grind, shameless and desperate against them, chasing my own release.

Lachlan pinches my clit and just holds it. He kisses the gasp caught on my gaping mouth.

“I woke up this morning throbbing, Everly. Your smell was all over me. All over the bed. All I could think about was spreading you open like you were for me last night and pumping you full of my seed before holding you down and letting Van use you.”

“Oh, God. Please,” I whimper, humping his hand harder.

“Yeah. No, I haven’t heard from her.”

My blood turns cold at the mention ofher.He definitely means me, and the only person who would call Van to ask about me is Lauren.

“Yeah, I’ll keep trying. She’s probably busy.”

I hear the faint hum of Lauren’s voice bleeding through the moment. There is worry and something else that I can’t think to decipher. I should probably feel panic somewhere beneath the sweet torture, but it’s lost in the way Lachlan cups my face with one hand and Van meets that knot inside me with his knuckles. It’s hard to focus when it all feels so good.

Too good.

I can’t contain the long, low groan as I reach the edge.

“Hey, was that—?” Lauren’s voice sharpens through the speaker.

Van smothers the phone against his shoulder, freeing up his hand to slide across my quivering belly, holding me steady as I ride his fingers. Set my own pace.

“I said cum, Everly,” Lachlan growls in my ear.

And I do.

I break in their hold. My body seizes. Knees buckle. My nails cut into Lachlan’s chest as I twist his top in my fist. I am vaguely aware of the sounds coming out of me. Vaguely aware of Van’s hissed curse and hasty, “I gotta go.”

Hand free, it clamps down around my throat, dragging me back into his chest. “Couldn’t wait, huh?” he snarls, pounding in harder, forcing every last shudder from me. “Had to cum while I was on the phone, didn’t you? Had to let everyone know what a greedy little hole you have.”

Dizzy, breathless and barely coherent, I can’t stop him when his cum-sticky fingers leave my sated channel to stuff into my mouth.

The taste of my release coats my tongue. It fills my throat as he forces me to clean myself off his skin.

Back at my nipple with his teeth and tongue, Lachlan takes his friend’s place at my opening. He hooks two fingers in with the same unhurried ease as when he’d been teasing my clit.

“So greedy,” he agrees, sucking lightly. “Bet she’d let us do it again.”

I whimper, throat full of Van’s fingers. Hips twitching, overstimulated and desperate for more.

Van pulls free of my twisting and lapping tongue with a pop of my lips. His voice is gravel and sin cutting into the side of my face.

“Is that true? Does your cunt want to go again?”

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